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Jul 2016
I stare into the abyss that I call my heart,
Asking for the truth, but getting no remark,
My mind, on the other hand, has so much to say,
But can I trust the words and lies that it likes to throw at me?

I question every flutter of my fragile, silent heart,
I wonder if today will be the day we finally part,
And even though I know that everything will be okay,
My mind pretends to be my heart and likes to mess with me.
Eli Thurston
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Eli Thurston  Williston, VT
(Williston, VT)   
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